Good Times, (Bad Times's Cousin) Poem by Yinka Meander

Our relationship was, and always will be.
I am the messenger,
And Bad Times are my wheels.

I beg to spare Bad Times
The shame of carrying me,
So, for a while,
Let me remain invisible.

Knowing what awaits my future,
I move with hesitation.
Is this meant to burden minds with puzzles,
Or grant Bad Times
Another chance to display their strength?

Prayers called for my arrival
Yet I stand clothed in ego and pride,
Trying to show care to those around me.

Now that I'm visible,
lest I withdraw again,
For Bad Times to seek revenge.

This is the hour
To release memories suffering
And finally be welcomed by all.